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The moment he finished his sentence, spots of peaceful light popped up like a lake that was reflecting the moon at night. Under the gentle breeze, tiny ripples were spreading out.

The spots of light were instantly gathered in Lucien's hands into a glistening staff.

Douglas, Maltimus, and the other demigods were all more or less stunned. Was Lucien capable of casting Space Staff, a legendary spell, without chanting just like Viken who broke into the level of true gods?

However, they soon thought it through. Now that Lucien had basically figured out the essence of magic, chanting or not chanting did not really have any difference!

The Space Staff in Lucien's hands was waved, and the spacious area up ahead was suddenly caught in an extremely slow state that was similar to the effect of Advanced Time Stop. Even another "God's Arrival" in Viken's hands had been frozen in the ivory light.